Chris Owen and Tory Temple are delighted to reveal the cover for By the Numbers. This story is a fun romp full of the kind of mayhem that only dogs, puppies, and the occasional seven year old can create. The two men at the heart of it are dear to the authors, and we’re so pleased to share the book with you all, and especially its amazing cover.
A fireman and a dog. What more could a person want?
Big thanks to Dreamspinner, Janetm who designed the cover, and of course the wonderful Denise here at Two Chicks Obsessed (TCO note: awwww thanks ๐ ) for helping us share today with you! We hope you love it as much as we do.
Chris and Tory xo
The last thing Nathaniel, aka Deuce, expects to see when he gets home from work is his street jammed with fire engines and police cars. When he realizes that it’s his apartment building that’s on fire, Nathaniel can only think of one thing: his pregnant dog, trapped inside. When firefighter Trey Donovan delivers Nathaniel’s unharmed dog to him, Nathaniel is exceedingly grateful. After all, it isn’t every day that he meets muscular, attractive rescue workers. Nathaniel manages to find out where Trey’s station is with the idea of saying thank you and offering him a puppy, but discovers that he and Trey have something else between them that needs exploring. Trey, however, has responsibilities that could prove to make that exploration difficult. He has shift work to contend with. His seven year old daughter is a priority, plus he shares custody with his less than friendly ex-wife. Since Nathaniel is the new owner of one dog and six puppies, and doesn’t even have a place to live, he isn’t exactly in an ideal situation to explore a new relationship. Even if it is with a hot, handsome fireman. Can Trey and Nathaniel find some common ground amid the yapping of puppies and Trey’s complicated family life?
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Smoke was pouring out of windows, through doors, and Deuce’s vision narrowed until all he could see was his apartment. โLet me go!โ
The cop was yelling at him, and then there were two holding onto him, demanding to know who was inside, what apartment. They wouldnโt let him go, and Deuce couldnโt make the words come out. He swore he could hear her barking. โQ! My dog. Sheโs locked in the bedroom. Sheโs pregnant!โ
โWhat number?โ He didnโt know who asked, didnโt care.
โSix. Second floor, on the right.โ He made himself stop pulling at the cops, mostly because someone was going toward the building, someone in fire gear who could actually help, but also because the police werenโt going to be patient with him for very long.
โStay here,โ one of the cops, the second one, ordered. โYou donโt move, understood? If you head to that building Iโll put you in cuffs and throw you in a patrol car.โ
Deuce nodded, not even looking at him. He was pretty sure the cop couldnโt do that, but he wasnโt about to find out. He just watched the apartment, his big front window that looked like it had maybe blown out or been smashed in. โQ,โ he whispered. Then he made himself shut up and wait.
…and wait, and wait. It felt like a year had passed before he finally saw the firefighter emerge again, and by that time the building had become almost totally obscured by the thick, dirty smoke. Too many people were still in his way and he couldnโt tell if the fireman had found his poor Q, her belly swollen with pups.
He craned his neck and stood on tiptoe, trying to peer past the police officer that was keeping him from dashing to his building. Had the firefighter gotten to her? And had it been in time? Deuce was just on the verge of saying fuck it and risking arrest, but suddenly the flock of people in front of him melted away and he was face to face with a pair of strong arms that cradled his pregnant dog.
โQ!โ He reached out his arms to take the squirming, panting mutt. โIs she okay? Are you?โ
Qโs tongue lolled and she whined and wiggled until he put her down. Holding onto her collar, Deuce crouched down next to her and looked up at the firefighter. โThank you. God, I canโt even tell you.โ He pet Q with one hand, made her sit and held on tight. โThank you,โ he repeated.
The firefighter had already taken off his mask, and now he did the same to his helmet and wiped at his forehead. He nodded at Deuce and leaned down to give her a pat. โSheโs a nice girl. Came right to me and let me pick her up.โ
โShe wasnโt real scared?โ Deuce noticed his own hand was shaking and he reached up to push it through his hair to make it stop. His knuckles hit his bike helmet though, and he let out a shaky breath before undoing the snap and taking the helmet off. โIโm a mess. Thank you so much, again.”
โShe was a little scared.โ The man shrugged and pet Qโs head again, his gloves still on. โBut not like some pets Iโve tried to grab. Got bit right through my turnouts once by some little yappy dog.”
“Whatโs your name?โ
“Trey Donovan. And she is…?โ
โQ. Well, her vet papers still say Cutie, but thatโs a stupid name. I got her about two years ago after a break up and took the liberty of cooling her up.โ Deuce gently stroked her belly. โShe got loose on me, though.โ
The corner of Treyโs mouth lifted as he gazed at the dogโs stomach. โShe wasnโt spayed, obviously. Donโt you listen to what Bob Barker tells you?โ
Deuce didnโt blush, but he did nod contritely. โLesson learned, for sure. Itโll be taken care of as soon as sheโs ready. Iโm not sure how long we have to wait after the puppies come, but the vet will tell me. I hope theyโre okay.โ
Q whined again and looked at them both, her tail thumping on the ground. She was still panting, and Deuce decided heโd have to find some water for her really soon.
Someone was yelling for Trey, who glanced over his shoulder and nodded. He gave one last pat to Q and shifted his helmet to under his other arm. โGood luck getting rid of the puppies,โ he laughed. โMy kid would love one.โ Then he turned and headed back in the direction from which heโd come, presumably to do something else heroic.
Chris Owen lives and writes in eastern Canada. She went to a bunch of schools, learned a lot of things, and now makes stuff up because not to do so is unthinkable. She’s fond of fountain pens, notebooks and day planners, and Steampunk fashions. Lately she’s been watching a lot of documentaries. Chris has a fondness for wool, and for summer ales. The two work well together.
Chris is inspired by the day to day minutia of life, and finds beauty in the way words go together. She likes texture and richness of experience. She is not shy. Her favourite vegetable is cauliflower. You can reach her at www.chrisowen.net and on Twitter at https://twitter.com/chris_owen
Tory Temple lives and works in southern California where she happens to spend a lot of time around firefighters. It makes for excellent storytelling, so Tory definitely uses that to her advantage! She is guardian to three pit bulls who only attack with kisses, one snobby cat, as well as other assorted friends from the animal kingdom. (Husband included.) Her fondest wish is to be a stay-at-home dog mom. You can tempt her with promises of cheese and/or Mexican food. On Saturday nights, she is usually watching Netflix and thinking about how to get the newest firemen in her head to hook up. Tory loves reader e-mails and looks forward to hearing from anyone who wants to drop her a line.